Listen to the beat of my
soul's drum as I am on
my knees, held down by
the fears and anxieties
that run ever so rampant
With wings clipped, my eyes
take in the bleak horizon.
My heart is a heavyweight.
My spirit is in shards, so
what remains?
I feel the wind's fingers lift
caress my skin and my
chin, and with a single kiss,
hope now begins to sprout
from my chest to my palms
The fire burns though I'm bruised,
I can stand on my two
cut feet. I am scared, but
if I let it conquer me, my
wings will rot and crumble
I won't be able to touch, hold
and reach the true 'me'
The highest and greatest me
who sits there, looking
waiting by God's side
Help me to be that phoenix,
the one who falls into the
ashes of the demons that haunt me
and rises again new, proud, free,
a blazing storm of acceptance and
wisdom
I may cry,
I will die,
but with Your breath,
I will rise
I will rise
I will rise
I am a testament to a Conqueror's belief
Really struggling with my insecurities. I remember growing up, I wanted to be a dragon but then it changed to the Phoenix. Who dies and comes back new and stronger. Today's been a...emotional wreck for me.
Having both an emotional breakdown and feeling so lost on my identity and self-hatred.
But I know as long as I'm here, I will rise about it.
I will rise above it.
I will rise above it.
I have to...